Yesterday, fuelled by Mary and encouraged by Julia, I was forced to face 2 fears. The first, eating Pho (noodle soup with seemingly everything chucked in) for breakfast, and then crossing a busy street in Da Nang, and purchasing cigarettes for Mary off a street seller who spoke little to no english. Of course, I was best placed to take the voyage, because I would be "so good at it".
Success - I was not killed by the Pho or the busy street
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For Mary huh?
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